Influence the villain [Quick Transmigration]

Xiang Xiuze was not at ease to let Lin assassinate Zhong Xi, so he also found someone who had nothing to do with the Xiang family to kill Zhong Xi in private, so as not to leave unfavorable lies to the Xiang family.

Lin followed Zhong Xi for half a month, and privately dealt with seven or eight people who were hired to kill Zhong Xi.

Originally, Lin thought that if he killed chickens to make an example to monkeys, no one would take over this kind of dirty work, but he overestimated the phrase "people die for money".

A person who was almost crippled by Lin before did not dare to wait in the place where Zhong Xi must pass every day, because he knew that Lin would follow Zhong Xi in the dark at any time, except in the research institute and the villa area.

Zhong Xi has been staying up endlessly all these years to study the system, his biological clock is completely disordered, it is difficult to fall asleep at night, and sometimes the slightest movement in the night can wake him up.

After debugging the system for the third time, Zhong Xi returned home exhausted, took a shower and lay dry on the bed for an hour before closing his eyes and falling asleep with difficulty.

But just as he fell into a light sleep, there was an extremely small sound on the balcony outside.

Zhong Xi woke up immediately. He turned on the desk lamp, frowned and opened the curtains, looking at the rooftop on the second floor.

There was nothing on the roof, only a small piece of dead branch fell there, as if blown by the wind.

Zhong Xi took a look and found that it was only windy, so he closed the curtains.

On the roof and the wall of the room on the second floor, Lin tightly covered the visitor's mouth, strangled his throat, and remained motionless against the wall until the curtains were drawn, and he threw the person directly downstairs , the wind roared, hiding the sound in the wind.

Lin slowed down his breathing, stood there for a long time, and looked with his head slightly.

Zhong Xi frowned and looked at the alarm clock next to the bed, reckoning that he still had three hours of sleep, if he spent another hour in bed, he would definitely not be energetic the next day.

He took out the sleeping pills from the drawer, chewed a few without pouring any water, and then turned off the light and went to bed.

Zhong Xi generally doesn't use sleeping pills. He is already neurasthenic. If he becomes dependent on sleeping pills again, it will be even more difficult for him to fall asleep in the future.

Twenty minutes after he took the medicine, he fell into a rare deep sleep. No matter how loud the wind and rain outside were, he didn't respond at all.

Lin was drenched in the rain for half an hour, but finally couldn't hold back, opened the French window that Zhong Xi forgot to close, and sneaked into Zhong Xi's bedroom without a sound.

Zhong Xi fell asleep with his eyes closed, his eyes were bluish with fatigue, making his face unexpectedly ugly.

Standing on the bedside, Lin looked at Zhong Xi for a long time, until the light rain outside had turned into a downpour, so he lightly leaned over and kissed the corner of Zhong Xi's lips like a dragonfly.

Even though he fell into a deep sleep, Zhong Xi still trembled instinctively, his brows were tightly furrowed, as if trying to fight against the drowsiness, trying to wake up.

"Go to sleep." Lin said softly, "Don't worry, I promised to protect you."

That was just a promise that was not taken seriously by anyone three years ago, but now Lin is paying for this promise with his life.

Zhong Xi's hand hanging by the side suddenly lifted and grabbed Lin's sleeve.

Lin looked at him motionlessly until he imprinted Zhong Xi's face inch by inch in his mind, and then forcibly brushed off Zhong Xi's hand that was holding onto him tightly.

The moment his fingers and sleeves were released, Zhong Xi shuddered and murmured: "Lin..."

Lin Fang said softly, "I'm here."

Zhong Xi seemed to be soothed, and seemed to be having a sweet dream. After a while, the brows were relieved, and he fell into a deeper sleep again.

Lin just got up. He looked at the alarm clock beside the bed, his brows frowned, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The next day, Zhong Xi fell asleep until twelve noon before waking up.

He hadn't had a good night's sleep for many years, and he was dazed for a long time when he first got up, until a communication ring came from the light brain beside him, and he rubbed his eyes and answered the communication slowly.

D: "Zhong Xi?!"

Zhong Xi said vaguely: "Huh?"

D breathed a sigh of relief: "You scared me to death, I thought something happened to you."

Zhong Xi got out of bed while talking, and said casually, "What can happen to me?"

"Didn't I tell you before, how many people at the top of the league want to kill you now, don't take it seriously."

Zhong Xi said: "You have been telling me this sentence half a month ago, but I am still fine now, nothing is wrong - stop talking nonsense, what can you do to me?"

D said angrily: "This is the first time in three years that I'm late, so I'm here to ask if you're dead or not?"

"Late?" Zhong Xi glanced at the time on his brain suspiciously, "No, I..."

Before he finished speaking, he scanned it on the optical brain: 11:34:58 in the morning.

Zhong Xi: "..."

Zhong Xi went back to the bedroom, searched back and forth, and found that the alarm clock that set the alarm by his bed had disappeared at some point.

D: "Zhong Xi? What's the matter with you? What happened? I just found a bug in the system with 249, and you are responsible for it. When will you come over?"

Zhong Xi was thoughtful, but he was very busy and didn't have time to care about it, so he said directly: "Well, I'll go later."

It took him 10 minutes to wash up, and he went downstairs to go to the company without even eating.

Because of the heavy rain yesterday, the yard was in a mess, full of fallen leaves and dead branches. Zhong Xi quickly walked to the garage, and saw a smashed alarm clock on the road.

Zhong Xi: "???"

What a hell!

Lin followed Zhong Xi for another half a month.

He hardly loves his home every day. He only goes home to sleep for a few hours after Zhong Xi enters the research institute during the day, and goes out with a knife at night.

Xiang Xiuze knew that Lin was extremely repulsive to him now, and he didn't want him to control him, but he endured it for a long time, and finally couldn't hold it back, and came to find Lin.

He knocked on the closed door and whispered, "Lin, can brother come in?"

There was no sound from inside.

Xiang Xiuze bravely opened the door and took a look inside.

The curtains were drawn, and Lin was sleeping under the quilt.

Xiang Xiuze breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to close the door when he suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood.

He froze for a moment, opened the door quickly, and walked in lightly.

If it was normal, the moment Xiang Xiuze entered his room, Lin would get up from the bed and take the knife, but today, for some reason, Xiang Xiuze had already reached the head of the bed, and Lin was still lying on the bed It didn't even mean to wake up at all.

Xiang Xiuze stepped forward without fear of death, and saw Lin's pale face on the bed, as well as the bloodstains exposed from the corner of the quilt.

He touched Lin's forehead, it was hot, and he lifted the quilt, and found that the waist and abdomen of his clothes had been cut, and he was still bleeding slowly, staining half of the bed red.

Xiang Xiuze was so frightened that he almost lost his breath.

With such a serious injury, Lin normally would lie in bed all night before waking up, but he only lay in the hospital for four hours, as if he had a biological clock, and suddenly opened his eyes with difficulty.

He looked at the time, and it was already ten o'clock in the evening, which was the time for him to rush to the research institute every day.

It takes two hours to get from home to the research institute. Zhong Xi usually works overtime until after [-] o'clock or even a little before he can leave the research institute. This month's regular routine has made Lin develop a habit.

Without blinking his eyes, he pulled out the hanging needle on his hand, put on the coat next to him, and went out.

When Xiang Xiuze came back from taking the medicine for him, he opened the door and saw the empty ward.

Xiang Xiuze: "???"

Where is my brother? !What about such a big brother? !

Lin is still injured, so he must not be able to run very far, so Xiang Xiuze panicked and sent someone to find him.

An hour later, the assistant told him that after Lin left the hospital, he hailed a taxi and went to Zhongxi's research institute.

Xiang Xiuze was taken aback for a moment, and only then slowly realized how Lin's body injury came about.

Obviously these years of torture have made Lin lose nostalgia for the world, but Zhong Xi still seems to be deeply rooted in Lin's heart. Even in the barren desert, the roots can grow intertwined and occupy Lin's entire mind.

For some reason, Xiang Xiuze suddenly developed a feeling almost resentful towards Zhong Xi.

If it wasn't for Zhong Xi...

If there is no Zhongxi...

Once Lin decides to do something, even Xiang Xiuze has no ability to change him.

After another month, Lin suffered from major and minor injuries almost every day, but he never said a word. He wrapped himself in a bandage, and sometimes he didn't care about less serious injuries, waiting for them to scab and heal on their own.

He poured water into Zhongxi so much that it almost released the flood, and Xiang Jilan, who had no hope for him at all, naturally found out soon.

After Lin received the news that Xiang Jilan asked him to go there, his face was expressionless. He put the optical brain in his hand on the table and went there with only a knife.

Xiang Jilan had someone take him back to Xiang's old house, which was still in the basement three years ago.

Lin was searched all over, and he was let in only after finding that there were no high-risk items except a blunt knife.

Lin walked in slowly, with the setting sun falling from behind, his hand slowly rubbing the knife at his waist, and before the basement door closed, he suddenly looked back.

The setting sun was brilliant, and it was shut outside by an iron gate.

Xiang Jilan sat on the chair and looked at him indifferently: "You are here."

Lin walked over and said blankly, "I'm here."

Xiang Jilan lowered his eyes and looked at the cane under his palm, and said: "I gave you two months and you failed to kill Zhong Xi, but you killed all the other people I photographed. Why, Are you going to defy me openly?"

Lin walked over slowly, tilted his head slightly and looked at Xiang Jilan: "I thought you already knew about my disobedience all these years?"

Xiang Jilan sneered: "Then you think you can fight against me?"

Lin circled him half a circle, and the heels of his shoes collided with the cement floor in the basement, making a crisp sound.

"Xiu Ze has always defied me for you. I have noticed it all these years, but I don't blame him. Do you know why?"

Lin asked, "Why?"

Xiang Jilan said: "Because even if he inherits the entire Xiang family, he can't escape from my palm. All the power he got was given to him by me, just like three years ago, he and Xiang Xiuqi contacted each other. The 'friends' of the fifth galaxy are also mine."

Lin was unmoved.

Xiang Jilan said casually: "I was still thinking at the time, if you were found to be not a special case by Xiu Ze's tricks, then I would let them send you to the fifth galaxy, and then kill you quietly .Who knew, tsk, you are just an experimental product of D."

Lin was already immune to the words "experimental product", and he still said: "Experimental product also has the benefits of experimental product, at least I lived five years longer."

Xiang Jilan had a half smile but not a smile: "Yes, and fell in love with a man."

Lin didn't know why he suddenly laughed. He hadn't expressed any expression for more than three years, and he looked weird when he first smiled. He lightly touched the dagger at his waist with his finger, and said lightly: "I also want to thank you for getting me from the first Four Galaxies called back, otherwise I would not be able to see him again."

Xiang Jilan also smiled: "He and Dixing's special case healing system will be completed soon. If I'm not wrong, they should make you the first special case to be cured."

Lin frowned lightly, unable to deny it.

Xiang Jilan: "But do you think I will let you go?"

Lin thought about it seriously and said, "No."

Xiang Jilan asked again: "Then do you think I will let Zhong Xi completely complete this system?"

"No," Lin said.

Xiang Jilan asked with great interest: "Then what do you think, should I kill you first, or Zhong Xi first?"

Lin circled around him again, and said calmly: "Does one have to die? Father, your hobbies are really special."

He casually pulled out the knife from his waist, looked at it in front of his eyes, and then moved the back of the knife slightly, Lin Leng's sharp eyes suddenly looked at Xiang Jilan.

Xiang Jilan didn't care about his killing intent: "You think you can walk out of this basement by killing me here?"

Lin stood three steps away from Xiang Jilan. After standing still for a long time, he took a step forward slowly, and said with lowered eyes, "Of course not, so let's die here together."

Xiang Jilan's pupils shrank slightly.

Lin Puchi laughed, and his eyes were curved, just like when he was facing Zhong Xi back then, he was in a very happy mood.

And now, he might be genuinely happy.

"This sentence is too wrong." Lin said, "It's as if I'm going to die in love with you."

He lowered his eyes and thought about it seriously, and said, "If I want to die for love, I also want to die for love with Zhong Xi, and die with you, I'm at a loss."

Xiang Jilan's face finally sank: "You want to kill me with a knife? Before you swing the knife, I can let you die first."

Lin took another step forward, Xiang Jilan suddenly stood up, raised his stick, pointed the black muzzle of the gun at Lin, and said with a sneer, "Do you want to die in my hands right now?"

Lin didn't intend to fight with the knife, he followed the good example, threw the knife to the ground, stretched his waist, and let the long hair tucked into his clothes fall down, blocking his side face.

Because of the inexplicable happiness, Lin felt that the soles of his feet seemed to be covered with flowers, and his always cold and indifferent face softened a little, and there was calm gentleness between his brows and eyes.

When Xiang Jilan saw his face, his fingers trembled, and his pupils narrowed into needlepoints.

The next second, Lin smiled at him, with a thin hair-like thread hooked on his finger, holding the handle of the knife on the ground.

He pulled lightly, and there was a slight sound from the handle of the knife.

The setting sun had all set, and the darkness was completely shrouded like a dense net.

A loud bang resounded through the corner.

In the research institute, D stretched his waist: "Zhongxi! There is one last debugging, if there is no problem, the final result will be available tomorrow morning, let's add another class tonight."

Zhong Xi was drinking coffee and looking at the data, and nodded when he heard the words: "Yeah."

D glanced at him inadvertently, was stunned for a moment, and then said: "It's not that Zhong Xi, how many all nights have you stayed up these years, it's not that you have to work overtime and you cry like this, right?"

Zhong Xi: "???"

Zhong Xi was full of doubts, until a drop of water slowly fell on his hand, and he realized that his face was covered with tears at some point.

There seemed to be something blocked in my heart, and in a trance, I felt a gust of wind blowing past my ears, and a weak muffled hum.

He frowned and wiped, and said impatiently: "Don't talk nonsense, just go to your business."

D only treats him as tired, and asks him to go to the lounge to sleep for an hour, so as not to die suddenly in the institute.

Zhong Xi went to the bathroom to wash his face, stared at himself in the mirror for a long time, and then sneered.

He inadvertently glanced at the time on his brain.

Star calendar 951, July 1st.

The author has something to say: Pipilin who stole the alarm bell.